[EDITOR'S NOTE: This item has not been previously republished elsewhere. It is included in this collection because of its potential to be the work of Clemens and is deserving of further research and consideration.]
COME NOW, NO POACHING
That meddlesome, impertinent little Call is trespassing upon our preserves. We want the Call to understand that Fitz Smythe is "our meat," and we object to having him taken in hand in the clumsy butcherly style of the prentices and novices of the Call. Leave Fitz Smythe to us, neighbor. We know how to deal with him. Your bungling attempts in that line are sick -- very. We warn you and your blacksmiths off the premises.
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